by Thomas Stone
Luci shrugged and
looked at her boss. "All I'm asking is, has anyone considered a different
form of control? Perhaps from inside the simulation rather than outside. Then
we wouldn't have all these problems with remote commands and the interface
wouldn't be fuzzy..."
"The
interface is not fuzzy."
"That's not
exactly what I meant. I just mean maybe the feedback would be higher if we
established a real presence within the simulation. That's all I'm saying."
"A real
presence? Like a monastery on a mountaintop? Maybe just a little shrine
instead? Or should we go big and establish a holy monarchy?"
Luci shook her
head. "A monarchy is a lot of trouble but you could do whatever you
wanted. Don't get me wrong, I do like the shrine idea, but bigger is
better."
"You really
don't like the design? It's fail-proof. I can guarantee it."
"Oh, I know
the design works, but it's so slow. It'll take generations and generations to
get anywhere and there's never any real progress. It's all these notions of yours
about balance and living in grace. We'd be better off shifting that
balance."
"Oh? So you
think you could do better? You could manage this project better from the
inside?"
"I'm quite
sure."
"All right.
You think you're so smart, have a go at it."
"Really? How
much fun is this going to be? Let's see, I'm going to need a new look, also
I'll need servants and helpers..."
"Take an
army, if you want," suggested the Lord.
"I like how
you think," she said just before disappearing in a flash and a cloud of smoke.
The Lord of Light
sighed and looked into the universe he had created. He whispered.
"Luci? Don't be too hard on them."
"Don't
worry," came the reply. "Everyone will get what's coming to
them."
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